Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2014 17:44:57 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com> Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 12 I thank you for your continued interest in my stories. This is the twelfth installment of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT. Please continue to look for more chapters of this tale to come. Thank you for your interest and support. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy involving consensual gay sex between young men and older men, as well as love among men, and some paranormal activity. The people in the story do not use protection because diseases do not exist here. In real life, PLEASE ALWAYS USE PROTECTION WHEN ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Also, if this sort of material offends you, is illegal where you live, or you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE LEAVE THIS SITE NOW! This story is copyrighted by Harrison Westbourne. It can ONLY be downloaded for personal enjoyment, NOT for republication or sale and distribution. If you wish to provide feedback, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to contact me, using the story title as the subject line, using the email address: harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com In order to keep this site free, please consider a donation by using this code: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy this story please visit my other stories: INCEST / DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ ADULT YOUTH / THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-runaway-and-the-drag-queen Brief Recap of Chapter 11 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT MAYBROOK When Phillip and his brood left the manor, I was secretly terrified for their safety. Not knowing how to express that I contacted Ace of the HVPS to give him my concerns and impressions. One thing I neglected to mention was the slight dark cloud that appeared to be following the limo as it pulled away. The air at the estate did seem to lighten but why was that mass tailing the vehicle. I hoped that nothing unpleasant followed my loved ones. There would be nothing that I could do to stop it. Richard called me to check on my welfare but I sensed he really needed to talk. After the pleasantries finished, I inquired how the family was getting along. His voice changed, especially when he talked about the renovated condo. Something was quite right but nobody could figure out exactly what it was. When he mentioned the HVPS coming in, my blood became like ice. I knew at that moment what that dark cloud was and what it might be planning. Saying farewell, I immediately phoned Ace on his private line to explain what I had seen. He was shocked but promised to handle it with help from friends in Chicago. How I hope that he and his friends can help my family. They deserve to be so deliriously happy. WSTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER TWELVE (12) PHILLIP After several days, the little annoyances were becoming almost unbearable to us all. The final straw occurred when Patrick was taking a shower after getting caught in a downpour. His large shower had special non-slip tiles and a seating area. Frank was not yet home but Collin found Patrick and the boys as they came shivering in through the front door. Getting their coats and shoes off, he hustled Patrick to his bathroom while he attended to Kyle and Campbell. Both boys absolutely adored young Collin. They were actually the ones who made the final decision about which person to hire. Collin was a 21 year-old farm boy from Mankato, Minnesota. Standing an impressive 6 feet 5 inches tall, his body was well-defined from years of working with milk cows and farming grains. He had a mass of thick, wavy black hair framing a face any GQ model would kill to have. His big azure blue eyes made many a woman, and some men, swoon with their clarity and honesty. Unlike most young men from rural areas, Collin had an all-over tan from spending his time on the top of his family's barn sunning himself. He had four younger brother so two rowdy, wet boys were not much of a challenge. Getting them safely into their bathroom, he managed to remove the wet clothes and drop them into a basket. Running a nice, warm bath, he added some bubbles and got the boys to sit down and let him clean them. The boys splashed and played until their fingers turned to prunes. As he was drying the boys and putting them in robes, Collin heard the screaming coming from Patrick's bathroom. With the boys hot on his heels, Colin ran into the room and stopped. Patrick was on the floor of the shower huddling in a corner while the jets were blasting torrents of waters at him. Every time he tried to move the water increased its attack. Patrick didn't appear to be hurt but Collin knew he had to get him out somehow. Setting the boys safely on Patrick's bed, he ran into the shower struggling against jets that now turned on him. He couldn't believe the strength of the water as he fought to reach Patrick. Taking advantage of a sudden movement by Patrick, Collin made a mad grab for his arm and pulled him on his backside right out of the stall slamming the outer glass door behind them. Bursts of water angrily pounded on the tempered glass as they managed to force the door closed. Wrapping the young boy in a towel, they hobbled into the other room where the boys were waiting nervously. At that second, Collin noticed that Patrick had a large cut on his head and was red from overly hot water. Pulling a blanket over Patrick, who was resting on the bed, he called the paramedics and then me at the restaurant. Since I worked only a couple of blocks away, I arrived just as the paramedics were pulling up. Riding in the elevator, I explained that it was my apartment and my son they were here to treat. I let them in to find a frantic Collin and two very scared young boys. Showing them where Patrick was, I asked Collin to watch the boys and give them some ice cream. Luckily, the injuries were not more serious. His skin was slightly burned and tender but the gash would require some stitches. We decided to take him to the emergency room so I told Collin to take the boys to the restaurant while I went with Patrick. Calling Frank and Richard, I asked them to meet me at the hospital. From that moment on, I wanted answers to the presence in my home. Collin arrived at the restaurant and told Walter what was going on. He called my mom who soon joined me in the emergency room. She worked in the administration offices and ran down to meet us when we arrived. Holding my hand as the doctor examined Patrick, we waited for Richard and Frank to get there. Just as they were taking Patrick for some X-rays, I saw Frank and Richard enter the lobby. I brought them up to speed and told them where the other boys were and we all sat down. A couple of hours later, they allowed us to visit Patrick in the room they gave him. He had a concussion so they wanted to keep him for overnight observation. We stayed for a little until the nurse shooed everyone out. I was allowed to stay because Patrick cried and needed to be watched. Richard and Frank headed home to grab some clothing and went to Walter and Oliver's to spend the night. Mom helped calm Kyle and Campbell down as she got them to sleep. Daniel talked with Richard about having the apartment cleansed before they returned. I fell asleep in the room with Patrick and went into a truly disturbing dream. Finding myself in our apartment, it was cold with sheets of ice everywhere. From the foyer, I walked through each room sliding on the slightly icy floor and shivering from the icy temperatures. As I entered my master bedroom, there was a tall, dark column swirling in the center of the room. The longer I stood there, the more clear the shape became. As I watched the mist shift and coalesced, it soon became recognizable. The body took on the form of a woman in early 20th century clothing. It became evident as the face solidified that it resembled Quinn Oswald's mother, Elizabeth. She was never a happy woman and, even as a spirit, she was not a pleasant image. Staring at me with eyes that held so much hate, I felt a chill deeper than even the cold environment. All of a sudden, her mouth opened and a piercing scream filled the room, shattering ice on all sides. Then she reached out her hands and made a frontal assault at me. Thant's when I woke up, sweating and panting. Unsure of what these images meant, I sat watching Patrick sleep until morning. The doctor came in and gave Patrick a quick exam. After he finished, he informed me I could take him home as soon as the paperwork was ready. Calling Richard, I let him know so he could have Collin meet me with the car. My next conversation was to Ace at the HVPS to give him an update on the latest event. The rest of the day went by without problems until Ace stopped by Walter's house. After making certain that Patrick was comfortably in his room and Collin and the boys in their room, the rest of us gathered in Walter's dining room to go over whatever Ace had to tell us. Once drinks were served, we sat back in anticipation. He then told us what info the group had just uncovered about Elizabeth. ELIZABETH'S HISTORY Elizabeth Ulster was born as an illegitimate child of a wealthy merchant in Boston. Her mother had been a kitchen servant who had been privately assaulted by the man's son. When the pregnancy was discovered, she was run out of town with no money. They ended up living in a tenement in New York City, while her mother worked in a clothing factory. Elizabeth grew up extremely poor and learned to hate rich people. She eventually became a raving beauty who landed a position as a ladies' maid for a minor merchant family named Turnvale. The young lady she attended was betrothed to Quinn Oswald Sr. Once she saw Quinn Sr., she set her sights on becoming his wife. She quit the ladies' maid position to work with her mom and began lying about her heritage to land him. Using all her feminine tricks, she caught his eyes and managed to convince Quinn Sr. that his fiancée has been secretly unfaithful, with her own brother, no less. Determined to marry the smart and stunning Elizabeth, Quinn Sr. forced his family to accept their relationship. Ironically, she had a surprisingly clever understanding of business and helped the family fortune grow even larger. Once married, he experienced a higher the normal series of near-fatal accidents. Even the children had some close calls resulting in serious injury. It was only after Quinn Sr. and Jr. both died that she inherited everything, by presenting a will many believed was a forgery but couldn't prove. Her outrageous spending habits almost bankrupted the family until a sudden inflow of cash from a "foreign" relative. Even her second husband, Ulysses, had been killed in a strange fire. His smaller fortune went to Elizabeth since he had no other relatives. Never remarrying, she lived a solitary life because the rest of the social elite finally had the opportunity to express how they really felt about her. Snubbed by peers and even her own children, she remained alone until her death only a couple of years later. She died shortly thereafter leaving her inheritance to Quinn Jr.'s oldest surviving child. PHILLIP I was stunned by these revelations when Ace also told us he thought he had a solution. Although no information about the apartment had been uncovered, Wesley assured him that they were contacting a medium to thoroughly investigate the location and present a solution. Ace said they were going to work it out with his team and get back to us. Saying goodbye, Richard and I got the kids to bed before heading up to bed ourselves. "You know," he began. "We haven't had any alone time for while but I can solve that problem." With that said, he pulled me close and gave me a knee-weakening French kiss. Pushing me onto the bed, he slowly undressed me making me squirm and moan. I pulled at his clothes with so much enthusiasm that I tore his shirt buttons off. Grabbing his face, I kissed him deeply while wrapping my legs around his waist. He moaned in my mouth as my hand found his erection. We both were so hot that I just begged him to take me then and there. He ravaged my ass until I almost popped. Pushing his cock into my aching hole, I pushed back meeting every thrust with equal force. Meeting in hot kisses, our tongues battled for supremacy. I couldn't believe how much I missed this side of our lovemaking. The raw passion and animal lust was something we have always enjoyed but rarely had time to explore. Soon, I flooded my chest with a huge load causing Richard to lose his load deep inside me. We fell asleep as a sticky mess waking up around 3am to shower and return to snuggle. The room held the scent of our sex and the feel of afterglow. It was wonderful to feel safe and secure with the person you love the most. Only at that moment did we hear the same noises coming from the room next door. Smiling at each other, we rolled over and drifted off to sleep to the sounds of Patrick and Frank. MAYBROOK Since talking to Ace about my fears, I haven't slept all that well. My vivid imagination has been running away with me. Dreams that contained all types of unsettling images filled my head every night. Strange sexual trysts and horrible visions of accidents were a favorite theme. The dark mist that I saw following Phillip and his family was back in force. I could not even begin to figure out why or who might be haunting this manor. The one bright spot in my life was that I had reconnected with an old friend from school. Lionel Exeter had been my first real crush when I was 13 years old. He and I experimented with sex until his family mover away when he turned 17. I was devastated and didn't even date until I met Herbert Dewers. We ended up being together for 30 years until he passed away. As much as I loved him, Lionel was the one that got away for me. Lionel and I met again when I was taking the car to be serviced. He was there with his employer's vehicle and immediately recognized me. Coming across the waiting room, his voice quivered as he asked if I was Carter Maybrook. Looking up, I almost passed out to see his still handsome face staring down at me expectantly. "Yes, I am," I stuttered. "Lionel, is that really you?" He smiled and I jumped up and hugged him. Realizing where we were, I stepped back and apologized. Lionel just sat next to me and we talked until his car was finished. Since mine was next to be examined, he asked me to coffee and we exchanged past histories. He had two very minor relationships that both ended badly after we parted. For the last five years, there was no one special in his life and he often thought about trying to find me. From that day on, we spent as much time together as we could manage. He worked for another society family nearby so our schedules often didn't mesh. After several "dates," he invited me back to his small apartment on the grounds of his employer's estate. They were in Europe so there was only minimal staff on duty. Lionel showed me how he had tastefully decorated with gifts his bosses had given him over the years. Leading me towards the bedroom, he rubbed my shoulders and talked softly. Looking over my shoulder, I saw his broad smile and my heart felt like I was 13 again. Once in his private sanctuary, he turned me around and kissed me. I melted as he sucked at my tongue and lips. Using his hands, my shirt was soon on the floor followed quickly by my slacks. Standing their half-naked, he removed his own clothes and led me to the bed. Climbing on top of me, he kissed my neck while stroking my rock hard cock. Moaning, I thrust myself against his hand. Moving his hot mouth down my body, Lionel slid my shorts down and took my dick to the base. I felt like a teenager again as his warm suction enveloped every solid inch. Lionel had certainly not lost his skills for sucking as he led me closer and closer to orgasm. Before I reached that edge, he moved between my legs and started ravaging my tight, almost virginal hole. It had been years since I had been penetrated so my hole resisted his tongue's invasion. Dripping with spit, he place his organ at the opening and gently entered me inch by inch. I hadn't felt this fullness since Herbert and it just made me more happy than I hade been recently. Leaning down to kiss my lips, Lionel whispered softly that he always loved me. His parents didn't want a "fag" for a son and blamed me for that situation. He spent years in "treatment" to change until they discovered he and his therapist having sex in his office. They planned to lock him up in a mental hospital until he ran away and was taken in by a kindly older couple who had health issues. We made love like the old days, fast and furious. He kept finding that sweet spot as he fucked in and out. Lionel had missed every day with me, thinking I had been killed as his parents had said. That was the only reason he even became involved with the two losers. The longer we fucked, the hotter we got. Soon, I lost control and sprayed cum over both of our chests. My climax brought Lionel over the edge and I felt him empty himself inside. Since that first magical reunion, we had spent as many hours together as we could. He made my broken heart heal and I helped solve his long-suffering misery. Lionel once again was the most important person in my life. I wanted to shout from the rooftops if only there wasn't an air of foreboding in the manor. Someone or something meant harm for my family and I didn't know how to stop it. COLLIN I still don't know what I even saw at the apartment. Poor Patrick was being attacked by the shower heads but that was an irrational conclusion. They are pieces of copper and stainless pipe that shouldn't have been able to move at all. When investigators from the police and both paranormal groups looked at them, they were twisted at angles that were virtually impossible to achieve without special equipment. There was no evidence or excess heat or fire and the water temperature was in a normal range. The investigator from the ghost societies indicated an unearthly presence in the apartment and I overheard Phillip and the others recounting previous irregular occurrences. Was this place haunted and should I quit? I am so afraid to leave young Kyle in an unsafe place. Even though he was only a month shy of 12, he was stunning and I so wanted to be together with him. He and I had a wonderful rapport and I believe that he likes me in the same way. Maybe I should stay around and help Phillip and the others watch over both young boys. I had no intention of leaving my young crush without one more person in his corner. My greatest hope was that one day we could be a couple but that would have to wait until he was a tad bit older. PHILLIP The next morning, Collin got the two younger boys off to school. Patrick needed a few more days until the doctor released him for school. I headed to the restaurant to take my mind off the recent events. Vicky was leaving on a well-deserved vacation with her girlfriend so the bulk of the pastry work fell to me. I had two very capable assistants who were working their tails off as part of an extra-curricular work-study program. We actually got a little farther ahead than even I anticipated by the time the diner crowd filtered in. Richard stopped in to pick up some dessert for the family before heading home. A brief make-out session in Oliver's office and he was on his way sporting a hard-on that he swore I would suffer for causing. He gave me a million-watt smile and laughed as he noticed my dick begin to harden. Cursing him under my breath, I returned to my work and finally went home shortly after 10 pm. A quick shower relaxed my muscles until I felt two strong arms encircle my waist. Warm breath caressed my ear and a thick stiffness pressed against my butt. Laughing, I simply pushed back and said "Hi honey. I'm home." TO BE CONTINUED... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy this story please visit my other stories: INCEST / DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ ADULT YOUTH / THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-runaway-and-the-drag-queen